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The only thing you could taste at this very moment was the sweet flavor of the golden substance that was resting on the silver spoon just a few seconds ago. (E/c) colored eyes were gazing rather concentratedly at the little raindrops that were desperately pressuring themselves not to slide down from your kitchen window.
The sudden wheeze of a steel tea kettle made your thoughts and concentration dissolve, causing you to scurry over to the source of the sound. In one swift movement you grabbed a folded kitchen towel that was resting on the sink, wrapping it around the hot handle so the warmth of it wouldn’t burn your skin. Once that was out of the way you tardily lifted the kettle up and sauntered back to pour the hot water into the porcelain teacup. Slowly, the steam rose up from the cup and feebly hit your cold skin, the temperature itself being enough to warm up the cold parts of your face for a short while. You soundlessly watched the water become a goldish tint when a familiar pair of arms found their way around your waist.
“Zhongli?” You mumbled while turning around to look at the said male. Little did you know that those pair of amber eyes were already gazing at you with nothing but love and adoration.
“Good morning, dearest,” he whispered in your ear while positioning his head comfortably on your shoulder. Lips curling into a faint smile. “That sweet scent… Jasmine tea if I’m not mistaken.”
A soft hum left your lips as a reply to the man’s curiosity whilst you mixed the honey and the tea together using the spoon. Once the two contents in the cup became one you deliberately shifted in your lover’s arms to face him. A pair of soft hands found their way towards his cheeks as you rested in his comfortable embrace.
“I adore you so much,” you muttered lovingly out of the blue.
“I adore you as well, darling,” those words left his lips tenderly while leaning in, causing you to smell the hints of sandalwood more clearly. “During the six millennia I’ve lived in I never had thought it would be possible to love one this much,”
You felt the vibrations of his smooth voice against your honey-tasting lips before the man completely pressed them onto yours —before you could even reply. Tasting more of the sweet flavor the more he explored every bit of your soft lips with his own.
The more seconds there went by, the better it felt. All of his actions were tender and slow as if you were a fragile piece of porcelain that could break if one did something too harsh. Nothing was sloppy or rushed, he took all of his sweet time to express his love and adoration to you by a simple act. With such a thought in mind you could do nothing but smile and hum in contentment — something that the man then mirrored to indicate that he was enjoying this as well.
By the time he was finally satisfied, the two of you were desperately gasping for air which went hand-in-hand with joyous laughs and pink dusted cheeks.
“You were all over me before I even had a chance to reply,” you spoke as you let out little gushes of air. “But I never thought it was possible to love one this much either. You’re my happiness and joy. My ‘raison d’être’ as some might put it.”
His lips curled into a wide smile as he leaned in once again to put his forehead against yours. A pair of amber eyes now gazing dreamily into the (e/c) ones right in front of him. “I cannot express the utmost joy and love your words brought to me,” Zhongli avowed. “So did your honey-tasting lips.”
Only now you had realized the little space between his and your lips after feeling the quivering of his voice.
“Now darling, would you let me taste those saccharine lips of yours once again?”